From across this clear and fragile wall,
She looks like me-Just like me,
But when I look in her eyes all I can see,
Is the pain sufficating her body,
Like a foggy thick cloud surrounding her in and out,
She struggles to breathe but there is no clean air,

With each breathe she takes her body vibrates in pain,
The evil air cuts her from inside,
like tiny needles-they just wont stop,
She screams and screams but still noone hears,
She bleeds from inside but no blood apears,
It all stays inside where her scars hide,
There invisible to the world,
But so real to her,

This girl is hurting so bad,
Nothing can numb her pain,
Afraid to live, afraid to die,
She just cant escape so she lives a lie,
Paints a smile on her face,
Says she lives in true bliss,
If only that was real...

K.M Nyquist